Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,   May shift, and turn, an' a' that,   The noblest breast adores them maist-   A consequence I draw that.      Chorus      For a' that, an' a' that,   And twice as meikle's a' that;   The bonie lass that I loe best   She'll be my ain for a' that.      Great love I bear to a' the fair,   Their humble slave, an' a' that;   But lordly will, I hold it still   A mortal sin to thraw that.   For a' that, &c.      But there is ane aboon the lave,   Has wit, and sense, an' a' that;   A bonie lass, I like her best,   And wha a crime dare ca' that?   For a' that, &c.      In rapture sweet this hour we meet,   Wi' mutual love an' a' that,      But for how lang the flie may stang,   Let inclination law that.   For a' that, &c.      Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft.   They've taen me in, an' a' that;   But clear your decks, and here's-"The Sex!"   I like the jads for a' that.   For a' that, &c.